Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'Wond'ring what I'd do when I'm thru tonightSmoking, moping, maybe just hopin'Some little girl will pass on byDon't wanna be alone but I love my girl at homeI remember what she saidShe said "My, my, my don't tell lies. Keep fidelity in your headMy, my, my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bedDon't say Hi, like a spider to a flyJump right ahead and you're dead"

Sit up, fed up, low down, go 'roundDown at the bar at the place I'm atSitting, drinking, superfic'ly thinkingAbout the rinsed out blonde on my leftThen I said "Hi" like a spider to a flyRemembering what my little girl saidShe was common, flirty, she looked about thirtyI would have run away but I was on my ownShe told me later, she's a machine operatorShe said she liked the way I held the microphoneI said "My, my" like the spider to a fly"Jump right ahead in my web"